THE DAY BEFORE THE TRIAL

by

ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE

King Arthur says being alone. Now the day comes near and near I feel its hot breath, and see it clear, How strange it is and full of fear; And I grow old waiting here, Grow sick with pain of Guenevere, My wife, that loves not me. So strange it seems to me, so new To have such shame between us two, I dare not hold this Mador true Nor false, because his words ran thro' My blood with all the shame they drew And burnt me to the bone; I knew That some such tale would be For all these years she grew more fair, More sweet her low sweet speeches were, More long and heavy grew her hair, Not such as other women wear; But ever as I looked on her Her face seemed fierce and thin. I felt half sick, and on my head The gold crown seemed not gold but lead; Strange words I heard that no man said, Strange noises where all noise was dead; Was it pure blood that made her red From brows to rounded chin? Sometimes I knew she loved me not; Down to my hands the blood went hot In a dull hate of Launcelot For all the praise of her he got, Being so pure of sin. For he was clean as any maid, And on his head God's hand was laid As on a maiden's; so men said; But I, a woman's hands there weighed Instead of God's upon my head, No maid was I, to see The white Sangreal borne up in air, To touch at last God's body fair, To feel strange terror stir my hair As a slow light went past; but here I had to my honours year by year, I had the name of king to bear, And watch the eyes of Guenevere, My wife, who loves not me.